1. Pretty Poison


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Interracial Sex, Author: bottomboi4u, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Pretty Poison: I had insomnia. It wasn't the stressed out, &#034I'm worried about this or that,&#034 kind of insomnia, rather, it was simply my eyes opened and though it had only been five hours of sl**p instead of the usual eight, my body was telling me it was time to get myself moving. But move to where at 3 AM thought I? So, after not more than a few minutes of dwelling on it, I brushed my teeth, got dressed, ran the electric razor over my face to remove any overnight stubble, washed my face and after picking up one of my baseball hats, I made the thirty five minute drive downtown to one of the casinos. It was only to play quarter video poker. The idea of playing for higher stakes than just the ego boost I might get from playing the game on my laptop at home added a certain &#034thrill,&#034 to the morning. It was 4:00 AM as I pulled into the casino valet area, rather than the &#034Self Parking,&#034 garage I normally use. While I was awake after the two large cups of green tea I'd slugged down before leaving the house, I was feeling supremely lazy this morning all the same. Besides, those poor valets were standing out in sub zero weather at that time of the morning, working hard, and the tip they would get from me after I left (Hopefully with all my winnings - smile), would help in some small way to make it all worthwhile. Getting out of my car, I was not really paying attention to anyone or anything for that matter, going on about me. Head down, singular in purpose, I ...
    made my way past the valets, and the people who were standing outside the doors, people who'd obviously been there all or most of the night just ending, waiting for their cars and to head home and to sl**p. Gliding in the door, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the movement of black leather. I turned to my right, ever so slightly, and as I did so, I saw &#034Her,&#034 standing against by the bench seats rather than sitting. &#034Her,&#034 turned out to be a stunning black woman, and as my eyes first glimpsed, she was indeed dressed in black leather, and head to toe as well. She was in her early thirties, thirty three if I had to apply a number, about 5'7&#034 tall and again applying a number, about 160lbs of well proportioned sensuality. The words &#034Leather Goddess,&#034 were fitting for her in every sense of the word. From the long, black leather coat that went below her knees, to her black leather pants that I could see through her coat opening, to the black leather, sleeveless vest she had on over her black turtleneck sweater, to her black leather boots with a sharp, pointed toe, that laced in the front with about a four inch heel, to the black leather gloves she held in her left hand, she was breathtaking, commanding and very dominant looking in her appearance. In her right hand, I noticed she was holding a cell phone and having a conversation with someone on the other end who was as up as early as she. I took more of her in as I fidgited with my wallet and keys, ...
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